A sky of stars above our heads

A sea of grass below our beds

A wall of daisies, daffodils,

Chrysanthemums and sleeping pills

A lemon tree beside the door

Why couldn’t it have grown before?

Windchimes, tangled branches, rocks

The drawers hold nothing but our socks

Out the window, dusk falls lightly

Inside the room your eyes shine brightly

We look up at the stars above,

How wonderful, to be in love